Saturday, May 28, 2011

I'm sure I know how a number of you, up in years, feel when the grandchildren come to visit. They are full of energy while you get progressively more and more tired, even if you're just sitting watching their animated activity. By the end of the day you're exhausted while they're still going. We had some of that experience last weekend when our grandkids were here for a visit. But it may have been even worse for the BRD's dog, Wrigley.

You see, Lesly arrived with a new Yorkie, about six weeks or so old and he was absolutely full of energy.

This was one of the few times all weekend when he was relatively quiet though you can tell by looking at his face that he was "ready to go."

Well, Wrigley . . . whom I have said probably should have been named Wiggly . . . didn't quite know what to make of this small bundle of manic behavior. (By the way, his name is J.B. and I think he'd been drinking some!) J.B. ran circles around Wrigley, challenging him from time to time to one game after another. Wrigley tried to ignore him but it just didn't work and by the end of the day, he could just stand and stare, though his tail was still in motion.

I knew just how he felt, though my tail wouldn't have been waggin', it would have been draggin'!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

First there’s that pompous poseur with his monocle, staring affectedly up towards the light.

The young lady, ignoring her platter of chicken . . or is that pigeon . . , follows his gaze. But not without some disinterest and boredom.

The paid lute player to her left is rapt in his music, or in the cash that he will earn for this gig.

There’s a waitress (or waiter, who can tell these days), dressed in typical New York goth black, trying to do her/his job.

And then there’s the guard, who’s doing what he should be doing: keeping his eye out for interlopers.

So, what does this painting tell us?

Well, I’ll tellya what I think. I think these are a bunch of outta work hacks who are trying to become art objects. But, y’know, I think they’re mostly extras who stumbled into this scene in the hopes of winning the artistic “American Idol” competition.

My vote? They haven’t got a chance.

Except for the guard. He’s got an interesting face and I think, if he can carry a tune, he might be okay to lead a rock band.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

It's been a moist Wednesday, a bit of rain drizzling down. It will be that way until Friday when our grandson arrives with his lady friend. And a couple of granddaughters will join him here from different directions. The weekend will be warm and dry and full of family fun.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

It doesn't look very much like a thumb from this direction but from the north the resemblance is better.

The much more impressive sight is to the north - Granite Mountain.

The next several photos were taken, as were the previous two, from atop Prescott's parking garage. I think you can see why they're not included in brochures from the Chamber of Commerce.

The next one is kind of an exception to that rule when one crops out the wires and other stuff atop the building. It's the rear of the Jersey Lilly (second floor) and the Palace Saloon (ground floor). The owners have done their best to convey the western image.

But, looking toward the picturesque county courthouse, the view across rooftops returns to the ugly.

We just have to face facts. While somewhat interesting, the views of rooftops just aren't very scenic.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Friday, May 13, 2011

Some of you observant types may have noticed that today is a day the superstitious fear - Friday the 13th. I am not one to fear it and, therefore, bring greetings from two of my cats.

Which brings me to a story. Once, long ago, we were giving a party. An African-American co-worker arrived at the door and when I opened it to him, Primo - a former very black feline in our family - slipped out. My co-worker, Ron, reacted with a shudder and asked "How can you have a black cat in your house?"